Buyun Restaurant was spacious. Most of the third floor consisted of private rooms, but the rooms required absolute soundproofing and were spaced far apart from one another.
Near the stairway was an open area of roughly a hundred square meters, filled with flowers, plants, decorations, antiques, calligraphy, paintings, and gold-painted screens, displaying the restaurant's luxury and grandeur in full.
At this moment, however, after more than thirty experts had crammed into that hundred-square-meter open space, it became somewhat crowded.
Seeing the three women draw their swords, they too revealed their weapons. Some wielded sabers, some held swords, some used unconventional weapons, while others stood barehanded.
Their eyes blazed, and every muscle in their bodies was taut.
Facing disciples of the Four Great Sects in person left them both nervous and thrilled.
They knew the Four Great Sects' disciples were experts far beyond their own level. They had long wanted to test themselves against them, yet had never even gotten the chance.
And in a one-on-one fight, they would never have been a match. This time, with so many people attacking together, it could not have been better.
Not to mention the temptation of the Celestial Being's inheritance.
"Attack!"
Someone growled.
"Kill—!"
They roared and charged forward.
Saber light, sword light, palm shadows, and fist seals surged ahead.
The flowers, plants, antiques, calligraphy, and paintings around them were instantly shredded.
They came like an army of a thousand horses and ten thousand men, their momentum terrifying.
Chu Zhiyuan saw this and shook his head.
These martial arts experts had likely gone too long without fighting disciples of the Four Great Sects and had forgotten just how formidable they were.
In his view, there was an enormous gap between these experts and Lu Qingyuan or Mo Qing.
To say nothing of Fu